#concrete city

[z428]

Morgen und plötzlich wieder zwischen den Vierteln. Taktung nicht mehr synchron, andere Züge, Wanderung durch Nirgendwo. An der Haltestelle spielen Teenager auf kleinen Bildschirmen, heranwachsende Männer beleidigen den Fahrkartenautomaten und insgesamt wirkt die frühe späte Welt noch ziellos und unfertig. Noch immer im Aufwachen, im Ankommen. Habt es mild heute.

📷 lost-in-moments

#outerworld #lost in moments #waking to the day #concrete city #office hours

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[eternalwandering]

Row After Row, October 2024

[memorabilia-memoria]

Paris 20, octobre 2024

[z428]

Leaving the small patch of green behind, for now. Closing that wooden gate, staying outside for a while to see whether the birds show up from their retreats again (which they don't). Ants on bare feet and mostly bare legs. Stunned and dazed like always by all the colours dusk has opted to offer, just slightly above the trees where the planes depart and the sun passes into tomorrow. 9pm and still a bit further.

#outerworld #concrete city #urban gardening #summer moves on

[z428]

A bit of bright dreaming in a summer night. // 📷 lost-in-moments

#lost in moments #outerworld #concrete city #electric twilight

[z428]

11am and on. Hours of rush and hurry. Things that need to be done, things one wants to do. Also: Nervous cat, falling trees, the sound of ornaments on the floor. Different kinds of activities. No hard words.

#outerworld #concrete city #in between

[z428]

4pm and on. Watching things proceed all of a sudden with the right person using the right words. Much like ancient magic, but much more in a hierarchical manner. A cold afternoon, wind getting stronger as the few office dwellers some floors below decide to head home. Pale blue horizons and no songs to currently feel like singing.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #office hours

[z428]

4pm and on. Incorporating shutdown rituals on a daily basis. Still difficult getting used to certain procedures, still even more difficult though to much later dig through repetitive procedures and data that piled up. Also: Watching error corrections fail, watching old patterns of misbehaviour merrily reappear on new components. Reopening issues. With a sigh of discomfort and disbelief.

#outerworld #concrete city #home office hours #fault detection fails

[z428]

5pm and on. Sundays are for staying in touch too. Also: Found a good balance between light and dark in these early dusk hours of another fleeing weekend. Keeping the usual burdened mood at arms length, or at least trying.

#outerworld #concrete city #sunday afternoon

[z428]

4pm and on. Office dog on its way out, fast-paced and excited, heading for the forest and the open fields. Watching clouds embrace the eastern hills like mountains of cotton and plush. Business people on their way home, a crowded tram with dirt-stained windows passing through the station. Waiting for the next one, taking a deep breath, cherishing the moment and its silence.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #skybound #office hours

[z428]

8am and on. A drill on concrete, somewhere in the building, right to the depths of nerves and senses. That fuzzy grey cloud out there are doves that made their way back in between these houses. Office workers doing phone calls while looking out of the window, on the opposite side of the building. Also: Letting in a breeze of air. Wondering whether anyone has been here the last three weeks. Probably not. Old dust old calendars and thriving coffee mug civilizations.

#outerworld #concrete city #office hours #where we do what we do

[z428]

5pm and disconnecting. For now. Torn between dedicating the afternoon to other activities of direction and purpose, the desire to move head and mind out into the storm and the inertia demanding to just stay inside motionless and drift through whatever imaginary realms seem close. Stories of inspiration and indecision.

#outerworld #concrete city #later that day #where we are we are

[z428]

Crossed the line again. Today tomorrow yesterday. Too many dreams undreamt too many visions unpursued for now, the limits of ones own physical, mental self. And the ghosts to thrive again in the anxieties of nightly shadows.

#outerworld #past midnight #concrete city

[z428]

10am and on. Mornings devoid of shape and direction. Lighting another candle, because light always feels soothing and because they keep a slight sense of orientation in days that sometimes seem dissociated from here and now, whatever that is.

#outerworld #concrete city #sundays